This morning I climbed the peak behind my house. It abutts the pass. Even at 07h30 the bikes were screaming up and down it. All that I should have been hearing were the breeze, the francolin and the low rumble of the town below. Instead the bikes overpowered all other sounds. Can't wait for the petrol price and peak oil to cramp their style.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Bikers
A Sunday morning blighted by the scream of motorbikes racing up the pass - continuously. Bikers = Bad; Hikers = Higher form of life.
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